Pain. That's all you've come to know. Whether it was mentally or physically, pain followed you everywhere.

Hurt. That was the feeling you knew better than anyone.

"Alright, did you figure out where the attacks originated from," Dean sits in the driver's seat, biting into a bacon cheese burger.

"Dude, does your mouth ever get a break," Sam sarcastically replies as Dean shuts the driver's door.

"Can it bobble head" Dean takes another bite of his burger.

"The only thing I can find is lightning strikes, then the trail falls off," you reply, shutting your laptop.

"There's got to be something. The end doesn't just disappear from the world," Dean waddles the tinfoil up and throws it beside you.

You pick it up, throwing it at his head. He shoots you a look.

"I'm not a trash bin," you cross your arms, taking out your phone.

"So where are we headed," Dean starts up the beautiful '67 chevy impala and rolls down the windows.

"Wyoming," Sam replies, closing his book and shoving it into his book bag.

"Good, that gives me 4 hours of driving, baby," Dean smiles, rubbing the steering wheel like a creep.

He drives off, blasting some Bon Jovi song through the speakers. You lay your head back, sighing as you watch the trees pass.

I don't think you understood the humor that life threw at you. How everything "happens for a reason." Being like Dean, you thought everything was out to get you.

It's funny how one day you're just a kid, scared of the monster in the closet, actually to kill that monster in the closet. You knew that your brothers would do anything for you, and you would do anything for them.

You couldn't picture life without your brothers. They were all you had.

"So explain to me again why we're in Wyoming," Dean pulls over to the side of the road letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Dude, you asked this 50 miles back. This place is the only place showing some omens," Sam rolls his eyes and gets annoyed with Dean.

"How about we find a motel and settle in for the night? We're all tired of each other," you speak up, rubbing your eyes.

"Yeah, good idea," Dean mumbles, pressing the gas.

No matter how hard it got or how tired you got of life, your brothers always had your back. Sam, the goofy nerd who cheered you up with a warm smile and his massive hugs. Dean, the hot-headed fighter who would beat up anyone who looked at you the wrong way.

Your brothers were with you through thick and thin. After your father left years ago, Dean took you under his wing without a second thought. Throughout the years, it's always been you three. Even when evil tried splitting you apart, your love for each other always overcame the obstacles.

You throw your backpack on the lounge chair and plop down on the bed. You huff, rolling over on your back.

"Take a shower before you stink up our bed," Sam walks by, throwing a towel at you.

You sit up, taking off your shoes before going over to your duffle. You take out a pair of pj's kicking Dean out of the bathroom.

"Don't take up all of the hot water," Dean pounds on the door, but you already planned on it.

When it was shower time, you enjoyed the hot water falling on your body. You found it soothing and peaceful to watch the droplets of water crash onto the shower floor.

Thoughts swarmed your mind, and you loved your brothers, but the time alone is always appreciated. Once the hot water ran out, you changed into your comfy pj's. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, and brushed your hair.

You exit the bathroom feeling fresh. You jump into bed, covering up, grabbing your book.

"Finally," Dean mumbles, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You bite your lip, trying your best not to smile evilly. Moments later, you hear the water running, and just like that, a scream from Dean.

You smile, hiding behind your book. You hear the door open and feel Dean's glare through the book.

"What did I say about the hot water," he growls.

Sam lightly chuckles from the table, shaking his head. Dean rolls his eyes, going back into the bathroom.

The pain, hurt, and disappointment will follow you your whole life. But one thing you could always count on; was your brothers.

Because no matter what life throws at you, you'll always overcome it with your brothers backing you up.

That was something that you'll always be grateful for.